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  • There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Rudyard Kipling Quotes , Love Quotes , Tired Quotes